A Good Kind of Trouble
A Trouble in Twin Rivers Novel
By Ellie Ashe
Guest Post by Ellie Ashe
Inspiration behind AGKOT
Insomnia is fun, isn’t it? Those of us who cannot shut off our brains get that extra four hours of a day. The house is quiet and dark and peaceful. It would be a perfect time to drift off to sleep, but the insomniac’s brain is going full throttle, reliving perceived slights, a mortifying social faux pas, or pondering a Big Question.
That question is, of course, “Can you give a dog Bean-o?”
Well, sometimes that’s the question keeping me awake. Other times it’s questions about work (“What was that deadline?” or “Did I sign that before it got filed?”); family (“How is she ever going to get out from under that horrible mortgage?”); or just general worries over things one cannot control (“Ebola!”).
Sometimes, the things that keep me awake are fun. A few years ago, it was a title that was keeping me wide-awake. The title jumped into my mind and I immediately came up with an opening scene and then the next one and then… I got out of bed and wrote a couple thousand words. It’s unusual for me to come up with a title first, because I usually just slap a working title that consists of a character’s name on a WIP until something happens to change my mind. I know from trusted professionals not to get too attached to any title I put on a story because it’s likely to get changed.
And, in fact, that is what happened here. The original title, Trust Me, I’m a Lawyer, was changed to fit better into the series theme.
Even after I finally went back to bed, I was still happy and looking forward to discovering what trouble my characters were going to get into next. I don’t mind sleepless nights like that, at all.
Beacon news reporter Lindsey Fox is on the verge of breaking a huge story of political corruption that will make her career and make her famous journalist parents proud—or she could be thrown in jail and fired. It really could go either way.
Her recent streak of bad luck continues when Lindsey finds herself facing a bogus contempt charge—and attorney Ben Gillespie is appointed to get her out of the slammer. They once had a bad date of epic proportions—stilted conversation, food poisoning, burglary, towed car. Then there was the incident with the pepper spray. Lindsey never believed she’d see the sexy lawyer again.
Ben can totally believe that Lindsey is behind bars. The woman is trouble. Now he has to get his new client out of jail, keep her out of the grasp of a crazed bike messenger and a shady P.I., help her save her job, and convince her to put down the pepper spray and give him another chance.
Released May 6, 2015
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Beacon news reporter Lindsey Fox is on the verge of breaking a huge story of political corruption that will make her career and make her famous journalist parents proud—or she could be thrown in jail and fired. It really could go either way. Her recent streak of bad luck continues when Lindsey finds herself facing a bogus contempt charge—and attorney and former bad date Ben Gillespie is appointed to get her out of the slammer.
Ben can totally believe that Lindsey is behind bars. The woman is trouble. Now he has to get his new client out of jail, keep her out of the grasp of a shady P.I., help her save her job, and convince her to put down the pepper spray and give him another chance.
Here’s a look at Ben and Lindsey from A Good Kind of Trouble.
"We don't know they're trying to harm me. Maybe they're just trying to scare me."
If so, that plan wasn't working. From what Ben could see, she was more determined than ever.
"Lindsey, they've already hurt you," Ben said, reaching up to trace the knot on her head. Her eyes widened at the light touch and he had the urge to continue tracing a path down her face, her neck, and then...
Get a grip. Kath was standing right next to him, but still his finger and his gaze lingered on Lindsey's face.
She pulled away first, averting her eyes. "I doubt he meant to. Probably just wanted my bag, or something that was in it. Or just to intimidate me."
"Doesn't matter, Lins. As long as you're on this idiot's radar, you cannot stay at your house," Kath said. "At least not alone."
Kath let that suggestion hang in the air and excused herself to help an incoming customer, leaving Ben alone with Lindsey amidst the lingerie.
"She's right, Lindsey. This is serious," Ben said, watching Lindsey turn back to the stack of filmy negligees. He picked up a light green silky number by the thin straps, imagining it on Lindsey. She snatched it out of his hands and hung it up to steam.
"It's been serious for a long time," she said, whirling around, steamer in hand. "It's been serious, but no one believed me. I can take care of myself. I think I've proven that."
She was furious and Ben didn’t blame her. "Of course you can. I'm not saying that. No one is. But you have friends willing to help you."
Lindsey set the hand steamer down. She ran a hand through her hair, her face troubled. "I don't want you to—"
She met Ben's eye and his breath caught in his chest. God, those eyes. A man could get lost in them.
"I don't want you to get the wrong idea about the other night," Lindsey said, her back stiff.
"Well, what part about that night?" Ben asked, his own anger rising. "The part where I helped you figure out the contracts so you could do your job? Or the part where we nearly got naked and—"
Lindsey's hand slapped over his mouth quickly. "Shh!"
He grabbed Lindsey's slender wrist and held her hand, turning it over, kissing her wrist, but not releasing it. "I think Kath has figured out what's going on between us," he said, leaning in close to her ear.
"I don't even know what's going on between us," she protested.
He smiled. Me, either. Then he ducked his head to kiss her, brushing his lips along her jaw, then lower, tasting the soft skin and relishing her shiver at the contact.
"Don't do that," she said. Her voice trembled, but her hands gripped his shirt and pulled him closer.
"I think I will do that," he said, tightening his grip on her body and taking her earlobe between his teeth. She groaned and he pulled her around the corner to the dressing rooms, shutting a door behind them.
About the Author:
Ellie Ashe has always been drawn to jobs where she can tell stories—journalist, lawyer, and now writer. Writing quirky romantic mysteries is how she gets the "happily ever after" that so often is lacking in her day job.
When not writing, you can find her with her nose in a good book, watching far too much TV, or trying out new recipes on unsuspecting friends and family. She lives in Northern California with her husband and three cats, all of whom worry when she starts browsing the puppy listings on petfinder.com.
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